five stages of grief

today was my last day of work.

1) DENIAL

"wait, what? my job ends today? no, that's not true. that's
totally not true. bull shit. un true. mom, I gotta go."

2) ANGER

"fuck everyone!!!!!!!!!!! I'm going to throw this priority mail box!! fuck this box!!!!!!!!!!
can we maybe try taking the picture in better light?"

3) BARGAINING

4) DEPRESSION

5) ACCEPTANCE


anyway, onto the next thing, whatever that is.

here, listen to this: belle and sebastian - slow graffiti